“That was fuckin’ incredible,” he drawls. “So much better than my fantasies.”
I chuckle. “I’d have to agree with you.”
“Are you okay?” he asks softly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he almost looks… nervous?
“Yeah. I’m more than okay,” I reply honestly. “Are you?”
“Yeah. Just want to make sure you don’t regret it.”
“I don’t regret anything, Remington.”Although, I probably should.
“Well, good, because that won’t be the last time that happens tonight.” His smirk is full of trouble, and that’s exactly what he is.
Trouble.
But trouble has never felt so good, and at least for tonight, I’m giving in to his brand of trouble.
Twenty-Four
Remi
Blinking a few times, I absorb the darkness blanketing the room. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, but the warmth covering my back and the leg pressed between mine snaps me to awareness.I’m in Gentry’s bed.The clock on his nightstand reads 12:03, meaning we only fell asleep a couple of hours ago. My stomach dips and my heart squeezes as I remember everything we did.
He made me dinner.
He opened up to me.
And thesex.Good god, the sex was incredible. Sometimes, sex with someone new for the first time is awkward and clumsy, but not with Gentry. With him, it felt like we already knew each other’s bodies. Like we’ve done this song and dance before.
But it’s the falling asleep with his burly body wrapped around me that really takes the cake. I’ve always loved cuddling, being close to another person, feeling their body heat, listening to their steady breaths as they sleep. I sleep so much better when I’m not alone, which is unfortunate, considering I’m single, and I havebeen for a while. So, I’m soaking up tonight for more reasons than one.
The soft snores coming from Gentry let me know he’s still asleep, but I plan to change that in a minute. As gently as I can, I roll over, making sure to keep his arm slung over me. His body is soft and warm in the way you are when you’ve been sleeping for a while. The faintest bit of light spills in through the blinds, allowing me to admire him for a moment. His eyelashes rest against his cheeks, and his lips are slightly parted, breath warm against my face.
I’ve seen a whole new side to Gentry tonight, one that only makes my feelings deepen. For a moment, wrapped up in his arms, I let myself believe this is where I’m meant to be. That this is how it can always be. I let myself believe there’s a future here, not just one single night.
Gentry’s scent is familiar, comforting, and arousing all at the same time. I can’t help it… Leaning in, my lips press on the flesh between his neck and shoulder as my hand caresses down his body. He doesn’t rouse just yet, but I don’t anticipate that lasting long. Especially not when I roll him onto his back and climb on top of him. I nuzzle my face in his neck, breathing him in, before peppering him with kisses. Moving down to his chest, Gentry finally stirs, his hands coming to hips automatically, like he’s worried I’ll move.
A sleepy groan rumbles in his throat as the blunt edges of his nails bite into my skin. “That feels good.”
“You just wait until I really get started,” I rasp.
My dick is already stiff and throbbing as I make my way down his body, leaving kisses everywhere on my descent. I can’t get enough of him. I want to pinch myself because it feels like this is a really fucking good dream I’m going to wake up from any second.
His stomach dips as my tongue trails along his ab muscles, and his hips lift, seeking the friction he knows he needs. I position myself between his spread thighs, my heart galloping behind my ribs, a painful yet thrilling beat of my need for Gentry. I drink in the sight of the man lying before me. He’s ruggedly beautiful, with sharp lines and strong muscles.
Holding his gaze, I hook my fingers into the waistband of the briefs he insisted on wearing to bed. I don’t say anything, but somehow, he knows exactly what I’m asking. Nodding, he lifts his hips again, letting me drag the material down his legs. As soon as I toss them onto the floor, I lie between his thighs on my stomach. My mouth waters, finding his thick, delicious cock half-hard already. His balls, full and red, hang low, begging to be played with.
Gentry’s breathing kicks up as I bury my face in his groin, inhaling deeply, and when the flat of my tongue works its way up the length of his shaft, a deep-throated, husky groan pulls from his chest. He lifts himself up onto his elbows, peering down at me as I glance up at him through my lashes.
“I could get used to this,” he breathes, voice laced with sleep and sudden arousal.
My heart pitter-patters, and I try not to read too much into it.
“I need you,” I moan, teasing my fingers over his balls.
“Have me,” he replies simply.
Fire swims through my veins as my lips find the tip of his cock. I take it in my mouth, sinking down until he’s seated in my throat. It’s snug and brings tears to my eyes, my head dizzy with need and the lack of oxygen. Gentry groans, the sound vibrating through his body as I bob my head up and down. Slowly. Methodically. Even though all I want to do is ravage him roughly, deeply, thoroughly.
